Swimming Against the Current Events

The spiritual is not only real, it is beginning and the end of everything.

I write books and illustrate the covers. My work is spiritual. I do not mean “religious” in the usual sense. I mean in all sincerity. Every aspect is about who we truly are. Every story is a parable. The silliness and seriousness alike are taken seriously by me.

My themes are typically risqué. The sanctimonious are stirred to self-righteous indignation. If you judge the tree by the fruit it bears, however, I inspire whereas they prove uninspiring. Their anger is evil and destructive. My love is good and creative.

I love what I write. It is never about what I hate. Though the things I loathe are mentioned, they are in a context that is hopeful.

Sins are not thought crimes. They are unfriendly intentions.

To mean to do evil is evil whether acted upon or not. To mean to do good is nothing of the sort unless acted upon. 

The heroes in my stories are not always “good guys” and the villains are not always “bad guys” but their side is good or evil regardless. The point is not that good and evil are shades of gray... but rather that it is personal rather than impersonal.

The tribes and nations struggle and we little people are conscripted into it. The world is bigger than we are. Its tribes and nations are bigger than we are. We are not expected to control the overwhelming forces that control us. We cannot swim against the tides and currents... but we are expected to swim. We drown if we do not.

Swim for the shore! You can still do what is right even if you find yourself on the wrong side of things. You can still do what is wrong if you find yourself on the right side of things. Where you find yourself was decided for you... but where you go is up to you... but only if you bother.

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My Dreams

I have dreamt three recurring themes over the years.

I am hanging from the edge of a cliff. If I try to pull myself up, it starts to crumble. If I remain dangling, it may crumble anyway… or I shall become so tired that falling to my doom may be better just to end it all.

Or…

I am on the top floor or atop a rickety structure. It may collapse out from under me. If I try to climb down, it wobbles. If I remain where I am I must keep my balance… and become so tired that falling to my doom may be better just to end it all.

The particulars vary. The gist remains the same.

I committed a crime, usually a murder. The particulars are ambiguous even during the dream. No one suspects it was me. It has been awhile and I am living a normal and pleasant life. I am suddenly overcome with dread. I realize my freedom could end in an instant.

The particulars vary. The gist remains the same.

A masked killer is on the loose. He can pretend to be normal and his performance is eerily convincing. I realize that his real face is spiritually a mask. He is actually faceless and soulless. He only ever speaks to deceive, not to actually say anything. He is not after me… except when I try to stop him from killing the innocent.

The particulars vary. The gist remains the same.

Dreams are meaningless if you control them: You cannot be enlightened by what you decide. They cannot be interpreted by assumptions: The obvious is a matter of normalcy whereas dreams are very weird.

I simply pay attention. I remember what I remember though I forget what I forget.

Reality is a body of water. The material is the surface. We can see it because it is illuminated by the light of day. The spiritual is the depths. The deeper you go, the less you actually see.

Dreams are my glimpse into the spiritual. I cannot see what they show me so I must imagine what is shown. It is like a submarine using sonar, in a way. I must interpret what I detect but cannot see.

I write and illustrate fiction. I am dreaming awake while I do so. I record the experience and share what I recorded. Everything I imagine is real… but in a spiritual sense. I write and render to show what cannot actually be seen.

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